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I recalled the time when I, too, had enjoyed the rack on which he voluntarily extended himself. And the County of Sussex slid by in slow time. "How cautious is the 'tiffy-bird!" said Pyecroft. "Even in a destroyer," Hinch snapped over his shoulder, "you ain't expected to con and drive simultaneous. Don't address any remarks to me!" "Pump!" said the engineer. "Your water's droppin'." "I know that.
Man dead ahead, Hinch semaphorin' like the flagship in a fit!" "Amen!" said Hinchcliffe. "Shall I stop, or shall I cut him down?" "Twenty-three and a half miles an hour," he began, weighing a small beam- engine of a Waterbury in one red paw. "From the top of the hill over our measured quarter-mile twenty-three and a half." "You manurial gardener " Hinchcliffe began.
Hinchcliffe, our chief engineer, a little time, it would never have transpired, for what Hinch can't drive he can coax; but the new port bein' a trifle cloudy, an' 'is joints tinglin' after a post-captain dinner, Frankie come on the upper bridge seekin' for a sacrifice. We, offerin' a broadside target, got it.
"If I was a burnin' peacock, with two hundred bloodshot eyes in my shinin' tail, I'd need 'em all on this job!" said Hinch. "Don't talk! Steer! This ain't the North Atlantic," Pyecroft replied. "Blast my stokers! Why, the steam's dropped fifty pounds!" Hinchcliffe cried. "Fire's blown out," said the engineer. "Stop her!" "Does she do that often?" said Hinch, descending. "Sometimes." "Anytime?"
As a wise friend once remarked to me, "Give some men a hinch, and they'll always try to take a hell." In Vermont, however, the situation is kept so well in hand we may be sure that at the right moment the law providing for the decrease of the number of does will be repealed.
"Ye es, but we'll overtake him. He's a vindictive carrier. He and Hinch 'ad words about pig-breeding this morning. O' course, Hinch don't know the elements o' that evolution; but he fell back on 'is naval rank an' office, an' Agg grew peevish.
"And yet you were afraid to come into the Nightmare's engine-room when we were runnin' trials!" "It's all a matter of taste," Pyecroft volunteered. "But I will say for you, Hinch, you've certainly got the hang of her steamin' gadgets in quick time." He was driving her very sweetly, but with a worried look in his eye and a tremor in his arm. "She don't seem so answer her helm somehow," he said.
Now, the two men had not, counting the time we took to stuff our pipes, been together more than three minutes. "This," said Pyecroft, driving an elbow back into the deep verdure of the hedge-foot, "is a little bit of all right. Hinch, I shouldn't let too much o' that hot muckings drop in my eyes, Your leaf's up in a fortnight, an' you'll be wantin' 'em."
He remembered when he brought her first to Worsted Skeynes thirty-four years ago, "That timid, and like a rose, but a lady every hinch, the love!" as his old nurse had said. He remembered her when George was born, like wax for whiteness and transparency, with eyes that were all pupils, and a hovering smile.
"Talkin' o' wakes " said Pyecroft suddenly. "We weren't," Hinchcliffe grunted. "There's some wakes would break a snake's back; but this of yours, so to speak, would fair turn a tapeworm giddy. That's all I wish to observe, Hinch. ... Cart at anchor on the port-bow. It's Agg!" Far up the shaded road into secluded Bromlingleigh we saw the carrier's cart at rest before the post-office.
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